I tell him to follow me in to my house. We turn to walk in, I take his hand and reply come this way! We enter the house and I can’t take no more. I ...urn to him grab him pull him to me kissing him hard and passionately. The kiss I had been dreaming about for weeks I now had. I wanted to feel those lips on my breasts and my hot little cunt. I beg him to make love to me there in the entrance of my house. I’m so hottt wanting him to fuck me telling him he’s so fine and wanting to feel his hands all. No experience with girls, always interested in guys, but afraid to do anything.I have to admit, the call was getting to me, and my cock was semi-hard, and in my hand. I told him that, and he got excited again, asking me to jerk it near the phone, so he could hear it. I did as asked, and my now wet cock gave him the sounds he wanted to hear. He then told me: "I want to suck it, I want to make you cum in my mouth, I want to swallow you, please, do this for me and I'll fuck for you, I'll take it. Month. Darling." That's my good nancy-boy. I like that respectful tone and youremembered to add on a term of endearment. What a honey you are. Or atleast, what a honeypie you've become since I've kept you locked. Nowonder I've been letting you out less and less often. Why, if you keepon the way you are, being so docile and cooperative, and looking andacting so femmish, I might NEVER want to go and get that key and use it.Who could blame me? Right?" Y... yes, dearest." I stood there. I sat on my bed for a second looking aroundmy room before fixating on the large dollhouse sitting in the corner. It had been a gift from Mattel in relation to the Barbie film we hadmade. I had a number of Barbies with it - but hadn't had much of anopportunity to play with them at home. I think I'd maybe had one realday to play with them? And that day was still covered in a fog withmy memories; it was the day after my parents had found out about me.I had felt scared, angry, humiliated, and.